Hands on Me

Every night I lay awake,

Wishing for memories not to fade.

Sweet sweet memories of past days,

And soaking up every ounce of joy that came.

Remembering the feeling of great pleasure,

And dreaming it could stay forever.

Hands on me,

Moments of being completely free.

Sensations awaken inside,

And loving every second of the ride.

Your hands on me light a fire within,

Leaving us both drained and spent.

Never knowing when the next escape we might find,

Always leaves us replaying these moments in our mind.

Until withdrawals get so bad,

Making us question what we might have had.

Hands on me,

Moments of being completely free.

Sensations awaken inside,

And loving every second of the ride.

Your hands on me light a fire within,

Leaving us both drained and spent.

Anticapation growing every day,

Trying to always behave.

Neither one wanting to see anyone get hurt,

Or in the end us both getting burnt.

Just still trying to making it through everyday life,

Urges getting really hard to fight.

When all I really want is your hands on me.. on me.